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“There.” I throw it back to him and get up. “Now, let's face the music.” I start toward the door, but Clover stops me.
“You remember to keep this between us?” he asks in a low voice.
“Don’t worry. It won’t be a problem.”
And that’s the truth, because I’m pretty sure If I’d admit that I somehow started falling for my fake husband in the span of one day, I’d get admitted to the psych ward.
19
Callum
“I get a crazy impulse when you smile at me. Like I want to step in front of a bus. In a good way.” — A Softer World
The door behind Sophie closes as she steps out to deal with our unexpected guest, and I fall back to the bed with a sigh. My stoic, unrattled attitude I was displaying for her sake, flying right out the window.
“Fuck,” I hiss, running the back of my hand across my mouth, but stop midway, inhaling it instead.
“Fuck,” I hiss again. It’s not enough that the feel of her soft pliable tits and that razor-sharp dainty nipple are still imprinted on my hand. It also carries herscent.
Mint. Cool, refreshing mint. And something else. Something new that makes my already hard cock harden even more at a mere thought of it.
“Fuck!” I knew sleeping in the same bed was a bad idea. I knew it even before I saw her standing at the door in that white T-shirt, barely covering her ass and doing nothing to hide the color or shape of her nipples from me. But when I saw that walking temptation, my resolve to sleep on the couch hardened and I stood strong. Until I didn’t.
Damn it.
I could tell myself it was because of her threat of Grace showing up—which turned out to be true—but that’d be a lie. Or rather, not the only truth because I wanted to be in this bed. I wanted to be next to her.
For some inexplicable reason, I needed to be next to her. So, I caved in and resolved on sleeping as far away from her as I could.
Once again…that idea flopped.
Big time, if the position we woke up in was any indication. I have no idea how we got there. None, but…but I’ve never slept better.
Before I allow my thoughts to wander any more, I quickly go to the bathroom and take the fastest shower of my life, intentionally ignoring Sophie’s scent all over this tiled room, her tiny panties hanging off the door handle, or the way my cock is leaking and begging for a release.
Begging to feel that soft material of her lacy panties slide against him, feel the wetness seeping through them, tease her, drive her mad until I could slip inside…
No, I fucking refuse to jerk off to my fake wife. Not gonna happen.
I don’t even like her.
That was the whole fucking point. I squeeze the base of my cock harshly to cut off all this insanity.
I just finish toweling myself off when I hear the girls going on about something but it’s not loud enough for me to understand until Grace shrieks, “Oh really? I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that because you’re clearly not yourself. Listen, I’ve looked it up, we can still getan annulment done today. So get your pants on, we need to head out. The drive to Santa Cruz at this hour is going to be brutal as it is.”
Annulment. That word gets me moving, snatching my pants and shirt off the floor as I tug them on quickly. Freaking relentless Grace.
“And why would we drive to Santa Cruz?” Sophie asks, sounding exasperated, the sound piercing through me. Damn it, I got her into this mess. It’s my fault she has to lie to her friend right now and fight off her attacks.
I swing the door open.
“To get that annulment.” Grace snaps her fingers as I walk into the living room. “Keep up, Soph.”
“Grace, why aren’t you home annoying my best friend?” Both of them look my way as I stride over to Sophie who’s standing in the kitchen.
“Because he’s on shift right now.” Grace narrows her eyes on me as I slide up next to Sophie, pulling out a mug for my own coffee as well. “Besides, you two are the talk of the town, and everyone relies on me to provide some clarity on this insanity. And where are you going?” She asks in that quick, snappy tone.
“To work.”
